“Maybe I should change the tea party theme to ‘Batman’. You can come as Two-Faced.”
I watched the smile faded from Cheshire’s face. The first time I must have seen him without that annoying smile. For a brief second, he looked like a normal, old cat. Not a floating, appearing-disappearing one.
And then the smile returned. More coy than before.
“Well, aren’t you too the same, Alice? Hiding your ugly monstrous face behind your black ribbon and golden hair; aren’t you the same too? Isn’t that why you ended up here, of all places? The Wonderland.”
I really must get a start with this story.